The Executioner

Pushed off a cliff,
Down a flight of stairs,
Lying shattered,choking,
In a pool of my own blood.
Defiled and degraded,
Knowing nothing of myself,
Other than my name.
I lay on the cold marble floor.
Absurdly,I thought that I,
Had achieved a state of grace.
Though trampled and gasping,
For I had obeyed my vows.
I castrated myself for my other.
Even sending him other women,
When my maturing femaleness,
Was not ripe enough for his seed.
A quarter of my life was spent,
Not in a blessed union,
But in self imposed imprisonment.
This man was my warden.
Kept confined by his passions,
Illusions,and masterful cruelty.
I had turned the key in the padlock,
And would never use it to flee.
My fate was sealed.
First by my wounds,
Then by the executioner.
Who would be called me.

So powerful, it's amazing what we put up with, what we think we deserve?? Oh I don't know, my ex is a good man but we managed to keep ME under raps for 25 years?! It's a 7 dear keep writing glad you liked the haiku but it's NOT an example of my mojo, the "Tea Party" is more like it /me with a mojo/ [but it's a rewrite] Light & Love